| The yellow walls are lined with portraits
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| And I’ve got my new red fetching leather jacket
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| All these poses such beautiful poses
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| Makes any boy feel like picking up roses
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| There’s never been such grave a matter
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| As comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
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| All these poses such beautiful poses
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| Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
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| The green autumnal parks conducting
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| All the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
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| All these poses oh how can you blame me
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| Life is a game and true love is a trophy
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| And you said
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| Watch my head about it
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| Baby you said watch my head about it
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| My head about it
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| Oh no oh no oh no
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| Oh no oh no no kidding
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| Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
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| For to smoke the days away into the evenings
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| All these poses of classical torture
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| Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
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| I did go from wanting to be someone now
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| I’m drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue
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| Once you’ve fallen from classical virtue
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| Won’t have a soul for to wake up and hold you
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| In the green autumnal parks conducting
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| All the city streets a wondrous chorus
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| Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
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| Made me a man ah but who cares what that is
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| And you said watch my head about it
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| Baby you said watch my head about it
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| My head about it
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| Oh no oh no oh no
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| Oh no oh no well you said
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| Watch my head about it
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| Baby you said watch my head about it
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| My head about it
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| Oh no oh no oh no
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| Oh no oh no no kidding |